"I have to block out thoughts of you
So I don't lose my head
They're crawling like a cockroach
Leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape
To remind me that I'm alone...
There's a burning in my pride,
A nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you.
Will you never call again?
In a sick way I want to thank you
for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself,
You were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions
On things like suicide or hate
You made me compliment myself
when it was way too hard to take
And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street
for every mistake that I had made..."
blue october.
i just have to say goodbye, but i really don´t know how...
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bem vindo ao mundo alheio, esteja a vontade para comentar a vida de outrem.